Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Above average run at the Houston Half.

When I woke up on Sunday morning, I had no clear goal for the race. I thought about running it easy. I even thought about running it in my Forrest Gump costume. My PR was 2 hours, 0 minutes, and 16.9 seconds from two years ago, and I did think that I could probably break it without too much difficulty.

So I thought I'd try to break 2 hours, and so it probably wouldn't be comfortable to run in costume. But then I thought, as long as I'm not going to run in costume, why don't I just Rock and Roll like nobody ever has before? Why don't I lace up my golden shoes with my golden laces and blow everybody's minds? Why don't I shock the world and run like a great and magestic golden firebird? Why not? Why don't I put on my shoes and fly? I'm fit like never before. And so, I was determined... This day, my feets would inspire the world. Who knows, I might even break the 50th percentile in my age group!

The first part of the race, I was trying to run on pace for 2 hours even. I had my GPS with me, so I knew the first few miles were right on pace. Before too long, I was seeing splits around 8:40, and I'm pretty bad at judging my pace, but I can usually tell if the level of effort is something I can stand for a given amount of time. It didn't seem too difficult, so I decided to stick with that level of effort. I didn't consciously pick up speed, but some of the later miles, around 8-9, I saw a couple splits around 8:00 and one at 7:44, and I thought there might be something wrong with my watch - but the distances were consistent with the mile markers.

It was around this time that I was finishing up my second loop, and I had a prime viewing location to see Sean Wade cross the finish line in front. I'm happy to say that I didn't get lapped - I was about 2 seconds away from it, but it didn't happen. I saw him again around mile 11 marker as he was warming down, and congratulated him, he told me "Keep it up. Two to go." He was accurate, there was about 2 miles to go, and the time was 1:34 - 16 minutes away from a 1:50 half marathon. That was something I hadn't really considered as a possibility before the race. I thought I might be able to handle a 1:55 if I had a good day. I reallocated a small amount of sugar to my brain to crunch the numbers, and I saw that if I had a couple more 7:40's I could break 1:50. So I beared down, did my EQ impression, and I ran the last two in 7:41 and 7:35. I crossed the finish line at 1:49:35.7 with a 10+ minute PR, and I was probably the most surprised person in the city.

It's a very good race, and doing multiple loops isn't bad like I thought it would be. It's kind of nice to get to see everybody multiple times. And I like the fact that it's the inaugural half marathon, I always wanted to get in on the ground floor of a race and run it every year.

It was a good day. And did you see my friends Linda and Brenda from the CLFC? They were the two fabulous babes in bikini's cheering everybody on, I looked forward to seeing them every lap.

It was good to see everybody again. It seems like it's been a long time. Jen, Holden, Jessica, June, Jon, Edwin, Vic, Steve, Joe, Bill - you guys ROCK! And I saw Lisa out there briefly, but I was running and didn't realize it was her until too late, and Erin cheering me on each lap as well - thanks E. Where was Barbara? and JD & J? I guess I missed them, I assume they still ROCK!, but I can't be sure since I didn't see them directly.

Listening to: Sponge - Molly (Sixteen candles down the drain.)

Good night.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Discounts and Medals...

Okay, I'm in. I signed up for the Houston Half yesterday evening. I have to say the thing that affected my decision the most was the discount I was promised by Vic, and the medal I was promised by Barbara.

It should be good. Since I ran out of gas on Thursday morning, I've been gradually feeling better, and I'm starting to feel the itch to run again. I'm not clear on what my goal is. I think I might be in shape for a PR, but the real goal is San Antonio in just two weeks. But then again, two weeks should be long enough for me to recover, should I decide to run it strongly.

I'm also considering running in costume.

Listening to: Ben Folds Five - Philosophy (And you were laughing at my helmet hat; Laughing at my torch; Go ahead and laugh all you want; I got my philosophy)

Keith out.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Wanna see me do the bee dance?

Okay, since I can't run anymore, I can blog about something else that I think is really cool, and once in a while somebody says they like to read about the science on my blog.

I attended another interesting seminar yesterday, this time it was about honeybees, and the way they communicate and the way the make decisions. I don't know how much you know about this, but honeybees can communicate the location of a food source to other bees by doing a little dance. They wiggle around and walk in one direction, and the length of their dance is proportional to the distance of the food source, and the angle they move in is equal to the direction of the food with respect to the sun. There's a little video of it on youtube, it's adorable : Link. So, in this way they can communicate the direction and the distance of the food they found to all the other bees.

They also do the same dance when they're moving to a new home, and they find a good site for their hive, and they want to tell everybody about it. It's pretty interesting because they all move together, and their decision making process is very efficient, as they always choose the best option. (They have very well defined preferences for their homesite - they prefer large volume cavities, with small entrances, that are high off the ground) The guy presented their strategies in the context that we could learn a thing or two when we have to make our own decisions as a group. How often does a group of people choose the best option?

They have scout bees that go out, and find sites, and return and tell everybody where they are. Initially there are lots of different sites, and some bees are doing their little dances for a variety of them, but dancing for the best sites persists and eventually everybody is dancing for the same site.

Some key points to their decision making process:
  • There are a lot of options initially, everything is considered.
  • No bee ever dances for a site without visiting it herself. So, there's no conformity for conformity's sake.
  • They take their time to decide. They have to take their time, only the scout bees are prepared for long distance flight. Everybody else is semi-dormant and just hanging out, and they can't just jump up and fly off the moment one bee comes back and is fired up and in love with some particular site.
  • The scouts report their opinion of a site a few times, but then they stop. Good ideas persist by the action of other bees, who have visited the site themselves and agree that it's good.
  • They wait for a fairly high quorum before they begin preparing for flight. By the end, 80-100% of the scouts are in agreement as to which way to go.

    I think it's interesting anyways. There's nobody making the final decision, they decide together, and they make the right choice. There's also some interesting things about how they know when it's time to finally pick up an go too.

    Anyway, I still don't know what I'll do about the race on Sunday. One downside to running as much as I have in the past few days is that I don't ever want to run ever again.

    Listening to: Nothing

    Keith out.
  • I can't do it.

    I skipped the bridge run and decided to run 7 flat miles around my home later in the morning. I made it 3.4 miles before I quit and walked home in the rain. It was a good idea, but I can't do it. Maybe someday, when I'm physically and mentally stronger.

    Listening to: John Mayer - Bigger Than My Body (Yes I'm grounded; Got my wings clipped; I'm surrounded by all this pavement.)


    Wednesday, October 25, 2006


    This big bump in mileage is an interesting experiment, you should try it.

    I'm tired all the time, and I'm hungrier than I've ever been. I'm not sure if that part is psychological but they're making fun of me at work for having lunch and then having lunch #2 later on. I'm hungry, but somewhat nauseated too.

    You know when your 75% through your long run, and your tired, but still running fast. And sometimes you even feel like you're coasting, and even picking up speed. That's what the last 3 runs have felt like the whole time. It seems like this training is probably very good for me, so long as I don't get hurt. I think it would be good for me to build mileage up to this point where I can do it for more than one week. It's something for me to think about for next year.

    I ran 4.4 this morning, and 5 this evening. This day is the easy day and I was hoping it would be a little easier. I was curious as to my pace, so I took along Señor Limpio for my distance and splits. Tonights' five miler gave me splits of : 10:16 - 9:27 - 9:37 - 9:24 - 8:58.

    It's very gratifying. I feel tired, but I can keep running, and it doesn't get much worse, and I seem to pick up speed.

    Well, I'm zoning out and staring into space, so I think I should go to bed. The Kemah bridge is waiting for me in the morning. :|

    Listening to: Nirvana - Stay Away (Give an inch, take a smile; Scratch an itch, scratch a style)


    Tuesday, October 24, 2006

    If p->q, then q->p.

    Elite guys run at least 70 mpw, so if I run 70, then I'm elite, right?

    If you just joined us, I got the wild hare to run as many miles as I can this week, as the last week for intense training for the San Antonio Marathon, and somehow I settled on 70 miles for the week. I've had a couple weeks of recovery since my last marathon, so I'm feeling anxious, and I'm trying to desperately cram in a bunch of training in the last week before my taper.

    After two days, I'm still on track, with 20 miles so far, but this is going to be very difficult. I'm already tired, and this morning, for some reason was even worse. I struggled through 4 miles around my house. This evening, I scheduled myself for 9 miles at Memorial, so I was concentrating all day on resting, hydrating, and fueling. I had a big salad for lunch, and I had some rice for lunch #2, and I had a few plums and some cake from my buddy Heather's birthday. I guess I did a good job preparing myself, because the 9 miles wasn't as hard as I had expected. Lap 2 was difficult, but somehow lap 3 was okay. Maybe it's because I saw Vic early in lap 3, and Vic Rocks! I'm pretty tired now though. I have a very early wakeup call tomorrow, so it should be interesting to see how I feel in the morning. My guess is not so energetic.

    I'm considering running the half on Sunday. Barbara and Vic both mentioned it, and I'm not too good with peer pressure. I think if I had some friends that were into drugs in high school, I'd probably be a smack-addict right now. And everybody's running it.

    But it's 40$. Is there a medal? The website doesn't mention one. And I wanted to run with my buddy Tonia, who can't make the group run on Saturday, and has to run on Sunday.

    Listening to: System of a Down - Chop Suey (Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (You wanted to); Why'd you leave the keys upon the table (You wanted to);)

    Keith tired. Keith go sleepy now.

    Monday, October 23, 2006

    When will I crash and burn?

    It's been a while since I've done any silly attention-seeking stunts, hasn't it?

    I ran again this evening, as well as this morning, and I had an idea. Sometimes they stick, and this one took hold, so let's rock on! I have three weeks until San Antonio, so this is basically the last week I can really tire myself out, and the weather is so nice! Let's see how many miles I can run in one week. I had 3 or 4 weeks in the low 50's over the summer, and I'll have to check my log, but I think my record is something like 52 miles. I like to bite off more than I can chew, so I'm going to shoot for 70+, here's the plan:

    Monday4 miles2.9 miles
    Tuesday4 miles9 miles
    Wednesday4 miles5 miles
    Thursday7 miles (bridge)4 miles
    Friday4 miles3 miles
    Saturday16 miles
    Sunday10 miles
    Total72.9 miles

    I know I might benefit more from longer runs once a day, but this is only about the numbers. This is about machismo, and I've got something to prove dammit!

    Feel free to guess how many miles I will end up with after Sunday. Will my body hold up? (my cuboid is fine, but ever since the marathon, there is something funny going on with one of my right toes) Will I tire out and quit? Will I oversleep and miss some morning runs, or will I become too busy and miss some evening runs? Will I lose interest in this silliness and try to be more reasonable?

    Listening to: Ben Folds Five - Zak and Sara (Sara told the friendly salesmen that, "you'll all die in your cars" and "why's it gotta be dark?" and "you're all working in a submarine.")


    Bread and Butter.

    It's been a long time since one of my routine 4 mile runs through the hood. Everything has been some kind of a special run, or a race, or in another city. It's nice to be home.

    I'm looking forward to getting back in the rhythm, although I guess it's almost time for my next marathon, so that should shake things up again. I miss the streak. That was the most enjoyable time for me. My soul thrives on consistency. I'm enjoying some nice fresh fruit and listening to some Ben Folds. He's coming to Houston next week to play with the Houston Symphony, and I'm going to the show, so that should be cool.

    Listening to: Ben Folds - Give Judy my Notice (Tears fall, but that don't mean nothing at all. Cause I said it first, yeah that's why it hurts you.)

    I'll rock on if you rock on.

    Sunday, October 22, 2006

    Poor poor Five-Dog!

    Motivation comes and goes quickly these days. I ran 6 miles this morning, and I'm hoping my base is strong enough to withstand a little downtime at this moment. Atlanta was tiring, and a few days off have been disruptive as always. I'm tired, and I think I'll take a nap right now.

    Well, my poor dog, The Five-Dog!, finally passed away shortly after I got back from Atlanta. His fever had returned, even while taking two different kinds of powerful antibiotics. It seems the infection was too much. I've tried to keep myself busy and spend some time with some very good friends.

    He was a runner too, but like most, he never reached his full potential. When I adopted him from the track, they gave me his racing history, and his 5/16 mile PR was 31.52 seconds (1:40 m/m : 35.7mph)! It also shows his last place finish in his last race. Apparently he got tangled up in the first turn, fell, and broke one of his back legs. The comments for the race still show that he "trailed in." The injury ended his running career, and he got to retire early and spend 23+ hours per day on my couch.

    He always had a limp from that injury, but at times, it seems he would forget about it, and run around like a crazy animal, jumping and spinning around, more than 360° in mid-air. And when I rented a room in a house near the medical center, he could get excited about something, and bound up and down the stairs repeatedly, three strides to the top, and two to the bottom, and repeat. I'd grab him to try to calm him down and he'd be so wired, I couldn't contain him and he'd continue his rampage.

    He scared me another time, when I found a pool of blood on the floor. I looked all over him, and couldn't find any cuts of any kind, and I couldn't find any cuts on myself either. I concluded that he ate something and was bleeding internally, and probably only had a few moments to live. But it was very confusing, because he was so happy, and excited. Later on I found his injury, in the one place I didn't look, which was at the very tip of his tail. Apparently he wagged his tail and beat it against the wall enough to open it up. Then, I looked around and saw the blood on the walls where streams of blood had flown off his wagging tail and left streaks on almost every wall in my apartment.

    My old lady friends and everyone else around here always ask about him, so I'm not really looking forward to those conversations over the next few days. He was always happy to see them, and he would have been happy to see you too.

    Listening to: Michael Nyman - Unnamed


    Tuesday, October 17, 2006

    Pressing on...

    Last week I posted a question as to whether I should kick the caffiene and junkfood and negativity and live the life as I should, or if I should stay on the edge, where there's always the risk of quitting running and getting world-record fat.

    It's funny that the opinions expressed only slightly favored living the good life. :)

    My friend Jenny, that I've been training with 'virtually' for a couple of years through coolrunning.com said that I seemed like a different runner, ever since the marathon. She noted, that just how I write about running seems like it's just an undeniable fact of life now, that will always be there, and I think she's right. My attitude has changed since the marathon. It's much harder for me to deny that I am in good shape. I know I'm not that fast, but I was running strong at mile 25, and it takes a lot of work to get there. Not everybody can do it. I'm never comfortable patting myself on the butt, but it's true. What happens next isn't even a question.

    I know a proud and strong Keith isn't good for my hitcount. You never know though, maybe next week, I'll have a bad run, and my attitude will come crashing down. Maybe at that point, I'll melt up some ice cream and peanut butter and Velveeta and mainline it right in my arm! Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee! Velveeeeeeeeeta!!!!

    Listening to: Robert Plant - Innuendo (Till the mountains crumble into the plain; Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'; Tread that fine line; Oh we'll keep on tryin' yeah.)


    More running in the city.

    7.3 miles yesterday, 5.4 miles today. I think I'm not quite recovered from the race. I've been starting to feel sore and achey after just a few miles. I'll keep it short tomorrow, and see if it helps. It's nice to get to know the whole city by running through it.

    It was raining this morning, as I was heading out. I hesitated, and thought about spending some time on the hotel treadmills instead, but just then, the doorman told me to have a nice run in the rain, so I said, "okay thanks," and had to go. I ran from midtown to downtown and back. I mapped it here. Yesterday, I ran around Georgia Tech and Piedmont Park, and ran in some crazy circles and stuff because I only vaguely knew where I was going.

    Geekfest is nice. Despite having accomplished nothing in this field, I've gotten to know a lot of people, and now there all scattered around, some in Minnesota, and Connecticut, and Austin, and Seattle, and Germany, and wherever. Everybody makes the trip back for the big Neuroscience meeting, and it's nice to catch up. I've seen almost everybody, with some notable exceptions, like my buddy Shigeo, who is stuck in Japan.

    Tomorrow's the last day. It's a pretty exhausting thing. I'll be glad to get back home.

    Listening to: Horatio Sans - Season's Greetings (I wish it was Christmas today.)


    Sunday, October 15, 2006

    Geeks Rule!

    Geekfest 2006 goes to the home of the Braves! The Geek-Factor has never been higher anywhere on the east coast, and I'm proud to say, with me here, it's just a little bit higher.

    I'm reporting to you live from the ATL, here for the annual meeting for the Society for Neuroscience. Geeks from all over the globe have traveled here, over 25,000 of them already, and we'll be here for most of the week, reporting all our findings about various kinds of geekery. I'm staying at the OMNI Hotel, which is just a hundred feet from the convention center. It's very nice here, as long as you don't go outside. Outside, you're gonna die.

    There are several sources of stress that should be relieved after this week. This meeting is not really a vacation, and I'm supposed to present my data tomorrow too. I wasn't nervous about it, but I started getting nervous today. I've been telling myself that nobody that knows my project better than me, I'll let you know tomorrow if that's true.

    I did get back to running this morning. 3 miles and I felt like a hundred dollars. My muscles didn't feel sore at the beginning but started to rather quickly. But it was a good run. Atlanta's not all that bad, I was just being an ass, earlier. There are a lot of nice hills here, and it was cold, like forty-something.

    Listening to: Rick Ross - Hustlin' (I know Pablo........Norieaga, the real norieaga, he owe me a hundred favors.)


    Saturday, October 14, 2006

    Off to the A-T-L

    Still no running for me yet. And I'm beginning to get a little itchy to get back into it. I planned to go this morning, but I strained my back on Thursday changing a flat tire, and I have to baby it a little. And I've got about a bajillion things to do today, since I'm leaving for Atlanta for a convention this afternoon.

    So, I'll be out of town most of next week, but I should still have internet access, and of course I'll have access to my running shoes and the outside. I'm looking forward to running in Atlanta.

    Anyway, I still have to pack, and kennel up my double-b, and I have to go to the store to get some food for him to have at the kennel.

    Listening to: Limp Bizkit - Counterfeit (?)

    Wednesday, October 11, 2006

    My vices: sugar, caffeine, and sarcasm

    Thanks for all your kind words, everybody. You guys rock!

    Just to address a couple of comments:

    Steve: I didn't talk to him a whole lot, just some encouragement from him at mile 21, and some chit-chat at the book signing. Seems like a nice enough guy. Firm handshake, looks you in the eye and everything. He was a little shorter than I thought though, maybe 5'7" or so.

    Vic: You owe me a real hug.

    Through last night, I felt fine, much better than expected, but getting out of bed this morning was surprising. Everything is sore, and there's a minor problem with one of my toes. It's swollen and hurts to bend it. I think it's probably nothing. The good news is there's no problems with the bone we do not speak of.

    I'll think about running tomorrow night. Maybe an easy lap around Memorial.

    I feel like I've overcome a barrier by just getting myself to the start line uninjured and still motivated. I have about four weeks before San Antonio. I have to admit, I'm more excited about running well at the Sunmart 50K in December.

    There are so many improvements I can make. Perhaps, it's time I kicked things up a notch. I only pretend like I'm an athlete for a few hours a day, maybe I can pretend I'm an athlete most of the day, or maybe even all of the day. What would happen if I started eating like an athlete? Or if I started doing more than just base-building? What would happen if I started weight training, like I've been saying I'm going to do one of these days?

    I guess the dieting is the main thing. I could stand to lose 10 pounds or 15 pounds, and I'm sure the ultra-convenient food I eat is not the ideal fuel for a finely tuned athlete like myself. I have a book called "Eating for Endurance," by Phil Maffetone. I've had it for months and haven't even opened it. Maybe I should open it.

    I'll only do it if it would make for good blogging though. Would you folks like to hear about that? Or do you like to hear about me struggling with my snack-cracker addiction? Do you really want to see a Keith that's strong and empowered, fueled by fruits and whole grains and unrefined love? Something tells me that a Keith that is flawed and tormented and fueled by sugar and caffeine and sarcasm is more compelling.

    Listening to: Wierd Al - Dare to be Stupid (Put down the chainsaw and listen to me.)


    Tuesday, October 10, 2006

    The Endurance 50 - Texas

    Hey bloggers. I finished! I'm exhausted. Dean ran it in 4:12:20, and I was about 5 minutes back, finishing in 4:17:12 (9:49 m/m). You can read his report here.

    Here are my splits:
    1 : 10:1111 : 9:1021 : 10:13
    2 : 9:1112 : 9:1622 : 9:27
    3 : 9:2513 : 9:0923 : 9:54
    4 : 9:4314 : 9:2124 : 10:14
    5 : 9:5415 : 9:2025 : 10:55
    6 : 9:1416 : 9:1526 : 9:47
    7 : 9:2517 : 8:5426.98 : 8:53
    8 : 9:0318 : 9:13
    9 : 8:5319 : 9:45
    10 : 9:2620 : 9:49

    It rained very hard at the beginning, and less hard later on. But I'll take cold rain over hot sun any day of the week.

    The distance on my GPS came out longer than expected, and it had lost signal a bunch of times, but I do think the course was a bit long too, and I made a wrong turn around mile 23 that cost me a couple minutes. Another thing that cost me a couple minutes was the dead legs and no energy after mile 22. It was pretty rough at that point. The last couple of miles were incredibly exciting, knowing that I was going to be able to run the whole way in, and run a decent time, like I thought I could. Did you think I could?

    Dean was all over the place, pacing very inconsistently. I'll bet it hurts him to go so slow. For the first five miles, he was out of sight way behind me, and then somehow, with no notice, he passed me. And then later he was way way behind again, and then, at mile 15, boop - there he is, and just as quickly, beep - he was out of sight behind me. I started struggling around mile 21 and he passed me for the last time. He asked how I was doing, and I said "I might make it." He was very reassuring, and encouraging. It was at this time, when someone else asked him what his heartrate was at that moment, and he looked at his watch and said "110." 110!

    So, I didn't get on the bus, but as it turns out I don't think there even was a sag-bus, sucking up runners that dropped off pace, like I expected. There were even several runners finishing well over 5 hours. But knowing the course was a problem at the end, and it was unclear which way to go, when everyone was spread out. It's basically my first marathon, not counting the time I hobbled through the NYCM - 66 minutes slower than today. When people ask what my marathon time is, I usually say, "well, I've only done one, and I was injured." Not anymore. I'm proud of my 4:17.

    I got a bunch of stuff in the goodie bag, including:
  • An Endurance 50 tee-shirt
  • A Timex running hat
  • A NorthFace visor
  • A pair of running socks
  • A water bottle with Dean on it.
  • Another water bottle that says Endurance 50, and one of those stretchy things that make it easy to carry.
  • A Luke's Locker ID tag
  • A sample of Optimum Power cereal
  • A Cytomax Gel
  • A package of Cytomax Drink Mix
  • A coupon for some free insoles
  • I think I get one month of coaching, but there's nothing in the package about it. We got some emails about it.
  • A copy of his book "Ultra Marathon Man," which I got signed.
  • A picture frame for our group photo, which is also signed.

    Dean told me that they send a finisher's certificate, which would be valid for the TMC, but I'm not sure how they know I finished or not. I got him to write something about the TMC inside the book, so at least I can scan it and send it to Roger Soler, so he knows that Dean vouches for me for running the whole way. And I vouch for him, Dean ran the whole way too.

    Listening to: Ben Folds Five - Narcolepsy (I know you don't know what I mean... yet.

    Whoo hoo!
  • Monday, October 09, 2006

    Hug me!

    Well, me and the pooch are heading up to Big-D this afternoon.

    It should be interesting. I felt great on Saturday, when it was a little cooler, and I had tons of energy. I really feel the improvement that comes with the taper, on the other hand, I'm still struggling with a bit of a chest cold, so who knows how things will turn out.

    There were many people at the club who were excited for me, and I even got several hugs, which was very nice. I think I give off a vibe that says to keep your distance, like I might not enjoy a hug, but I totally do! You can hug me! If it occurs to you to hug me, Hug Away! I won't freak out.

    Anyway, they say you shouldn't change your routine at all, so I've got my snack crackers, and I'll head out to Jack-in-the-Box in a sec.

    Listening to: Debbie Reynolds - Would you? (He holds her in his arms. Would you? Would you?)


    Wednesday, October 04, 2006

    Let's not blur the lines...

    I had been thinking of what to do if I can't keep pace with old Dean and the gang. I even considered bringing a route map in case I had to finish on my own. But, perhaps, having that option might guarantee that I don't make it. Surely I'll feel tired at 14 and think it wise to pace myself based on my self.

    So, that idea sucks. Let's not blur the line between success and failure. Moral victories are for losers.

    I already know I can slog through a marathon in half a day. I knew this race would be challenging for me, that's why I signed up. I thought I'd have to run a 4:30, which I'm pretty sure I can do. And it turns out, they might run a 4:20, or even 4:10, so if it comes to that, I guess I'll just have to run a 4:10.

    Confidence is highly erratic these days. For some reason it's back up today. I ran 4 miles this morning, back on the roads around my home. Just me, my lungs, my sweat, and my two feets.

    There have been a lot of ups and downs for me during the course of training for this race, some of which I write about and some of which I wrote and never published. And some published only in hidden messages and carefully chosen music clips.

    It's as simple as this: if I get on the bus, know that I've failed. If I finish in time, know that my heart's on fire.

    Listening to: Tenacious D - Explosivo (We've come to blow your nose.)


    Tuesday, October 03, 2006

    One week until raceday.

    Hi America, How are you? You look good.

    There's less than seven days until my race. It doesn't look like it's going to be freakishly cool that day, like I was hoping. On the other hand, Dean and the gang ran a 4:28 yesterday, which should be more manageable than the 3:5-'s he's run a few times recently. When I was running 6 miles per day, it didn't really catch up to me until about three weeks in. So, maybe my 6 miles is equivalent to his 26 miles. Maybe he is human? No?

    I'm taking a day off today. I seem to have caught a little something that started as a minor sore throat and now seems to be a minor chest cold. The good thing about a chest cold is that I can entertain myself endlessly with my Barry White impression.

    I think I'll put a poll on the blog so you can all vote as to which mile I crash and burn and have to get on the bus.

    Listening to: Myself - Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe (Girl, I don't know, I don't know why; Can't get enough of your love babe.)